If It Bleeds, We Can Kill It

In the last couple of days, both WRSA, and Peter at Bayou Renaissance Man have made reference to a prescient article from the dormant blog (formerly on our daily reads bloglist) of The Lizard Farmer. When the internet starts to echo, you should probably pay attention and take a peek.

So RTWT.

Then, study "The Troubles" in N. Ireland, 1969-1999 or so.

Britistan built the very model of the Orwellian police state, and fewer than 500 hardcore mainline PIRA Provos ran them ragged for three decades, despite every modern advantage.

And once the other side starts getting kneecapped, and their cars start exploding, it's not nearly as fun for them to play "tag".

$5 worth of art store supplies and about 20 minutes can make you a license plate that will fool a reader. Random people doing random acts unto others leave no network to trace, no emails to decipher, and no accomplices to identify.

You can also leverage that, and Cloward-Piven the intel apparatus, by choking it with so much noise they can't suss out a signal in any useful time frame.

Send 20 meaningless messages to people you have no connection to, for every real one you send.

Encrypt revolutionary rhetoric, and send it to opposition groups. CC a couple of prominent rabble-rousers of the BLM/Antifa stripe. Attend a few of their get-togethers. Send in ginned up documents, and let TPTB chase your enemies, and their own tail, for your own amusement.

It goes without saying that if there was an amateurish device that failed to explode, and the Feebs or BATFE found matching components in the trunk or behind the shed of the local anarchist poobah, they'd jump to all the right conclusions, and it would take months to sort out, if it ever happened.

Their TTPs and methods are a predictable weapon that can be leveraged to derail the entire Leviathan, if one has but the inclination and wit to make it so.

And even if they know you're doing it, they can't and dare not turn it off.

Think of Paul Newman in Absence Of Malice, crossed with a little bit of Rambo and John Wick.

The option to vote your way out of this is a train that left the station long since. In the words of von Clausewitz, it's nearing the time to continue politics by other means.

The other side made the choice that the law doesn't matter, and that they would operate outside of it. Give them the fruit of that tree, good and hard. All that happens if they dare to crack down is that they radicalize a hundred Norm the Normies, and make blood enemies of them for life.

Let an illegitimate regime see what happens when you bypass the consent of the governed, and society responds by withdrawing that consent in every possible way.

In physiology, we call this an immune response.

Let the unwanted invaders know they aren't welcome, and do everything to rid the host of their invasion. If you wait until they're knocking on your door, you've waited too long, and if you're fighting fair, you ain't been paying proper attention. This needs to be a fight between hunters with clubs, and baby Harp seals. Marquess of Queensbury Rules were revoked November 3rd, and won't be coming back anytime soon.

Making it not worth the juice to squeeze the lemon is a help, and in the meantime, you whittle down their numbers of supporters and minions every chance you get.

The US has lost three wars of attrition in the last half-century. Bringing those lessons home to roost stateside would seem to me to be a no-brainer of a strategy.

The Deep State and the incoming illegitimate regime have gone out of their way the past year to make ordinary Americans the enemy. So be it. The Golden Rule of Combat is that "The Enemy Gets A Vote."

Vote early, and vote often.